Rinnegan Users Novelas e Histórias

“Rogue?” She nodded. “Goes by the name Ryn. No known alliances. No pack. She’s been traveling from one outskirt group to the next, training warriors, then disappearing again. Like a ghost.” “That’s exactly what we need,” I said. Killian looked skeptical, but he didn’t argue. “We’ll reach out,” I added. “See if she’ll come. If she’s half as good as the rumors, she could help turn the tide.” “But if she’s not?” Killian asked, arching a brow.

“I’ve been digging into Zane and the fights. There’s a lot of shit happening behind the scenes, and it’s not just Legacy pulling strings. There’s a silent investor.” My brows pull together. “A silent investor? Who?” “Don’t know yet,” Nero says, and I can hear the irritation in his voice. “But whoever they are, they’re the ones planning the fights, calling the shots. Legacy’s just the face of it all. A distraction.” Arkyn leans forward, his gaze darkening. “So this silent investor is the real problem?” “Seems that way,” Nero replies. “And that’s not all. Zane was seen entering a witch’s coven a few months back. And not just any coven—this one was exiled by the witch’s council.”

Straight up the man of my dreams. “Who are you?” I asked, finding my tongue. He snickered, then was suddenly in my face. “Your hero,” he said, minty breath blowing on my face. “Uh… I guess,” I said, distancing myself from him. What was he doing in the forest, naked of all things! “I meant to ask your name.” “Rigel,” he replied. “Rigel Johnson, Head Gamma of the Red Claw Pack and your knight without an armor, Luna.”

Rengganis hesitated. “You can refuse,” Lady Nagini pressed. “But are you sure you can defeat them without my help, my dear?” She stared into Rengganis’s eyes and saw the doubt there. “Isn’t this a profitable deal for us both, Rengganis? Imagine, with your own hands, you could retake your kingdom. You could kill them directly, or without ever touching them.” She went on, her voice stirring Rengganis’s chest. “I’m sure you’re not foolish enough to let yourself die in hiding for the rest of your life, my dear,” she teased.

He remembered the Hardline they had built in the sewer. He remembered the Debug Mode he had accessed. "We don't need to connect to the main net," Ren said slowly. "We don't need to upload the data to the news. The news is rigged." "Then what do we do?" Rook asked. "We upload it to the Game," Ren said. Rook frowned. "The game? Aegis Online?" "The game is the only thing people pay attention to," Ren said. "It has ten million active daily users. It's the only un-censored broadcast channel left, because the Admin thinks it's just a toy."

He spread his hands again, that same old gesture. “That is not nothing,” he said. “That is not… normal. I mean that in the best way. You are, in this, not like most of us. You and Kael and Aria and Maerin—you are built for ledgers with blood in the margins.” A few heads nodded. It was something people had been thinking and not saying: that Rin’s capacity was not a standard.

Ravan: Greek god like body and sharp facial features , anybody would mistake him for being a super model however he is a killing machine, he is ruthless, brutal, cold and heartless who shows no mercy on his prey, he makes them suffer before killing them in deadliest way possible, Ravan Works for the only mafia in India Shabbir Shaikh, who solely owns whole underworld of India, Ravan runs every illegal bushiness of shabbir from extortion, Drugs smuggling, human trafficking , international smuggling to even KILLING , Every gangster wets their pants just hearing Ravan’s name, Every politician is under his command, police fears to even lodge an complaints against him, Media avoid every news rel

I don't want to be with women who are greedy. "Then tell her to fuck off." I grumbled. "My highness, I don't think it's relevant for me to say that to the princess." Warren said nervously, beside me. I rolled my eyes and brushed my teeth, I spat out the paste and washed my mouth. "Let Roman tell her to fuck off." I said to Warren who widened his eyes. Roman, my friend, is a specialist in rupture and harsh words that are considered severe. "I don't think the count would love his son spitting out rude words." He scratched the back of his neck as he handed me out my uniform.

Elena answered: “Somewhere you can leave again.” Rin stared at her. Not home. Shelter. That mattered. Noah created a neutral address. City network. No family claim. No permanent membership. No forced disclosure. Eva built boundary. Rin stepped toward it. The hidden faction reacted. The channel distorted. A voice shouted: “RIN.” She flinched. “Stay.” “No.” “You will expose us.” “No.” “You already have.” “I chose my name.” “That was not yours to reveal.” Rin's face hardened.

The internet was blowing up with the news and clips of Regina’s public apology and Rina was loving every moment of it. She spent most of her day going through the uploads and comments on I*******m, especially the ones on Regina’s I*******m page. She knew rightfully not to mess with Rina and had obeyed her instructions to a T. Rina’s phone was also blowing up with calls from podcast and TV stations, as well as her DM getting flooded with messages. While some of them accused her of threatening “their Regina” to get an apology from her and make the country overlook her misdeeds, others sent in their apologies as well.